Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.